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I still don’t *really* understand what this site is or who uses it, but they gave me a (pro-bono) chance to shout out my favorite places for food, music, booze, caffeine, etc. in Los Angeles. Plus, they promised to call me an expert. To see my picks, go to Utrip, click “See Itinerary,” and then enter an arbitrary date (you’re not going to do this, I know, it’s okay). From there (ha), click on the little “Overview” tab above the map. FINALLY, you can scroll down Continue reading →

“The thing you need to understand about The Funk, is that once one discovers the need for it, one’s gotta have The Funk pretty much at all times and in every form possible. Roofs of houses and clubs alike have burned as a result of this phenomenon, while onlookers either idly stand by in Funk-inspired negligence or actually chant, seemingly celebrating the loss of another property at the hands of The Funk.”

* “We’re pretty sure Empire of the Sun derives its power from the insane headdresses of frontman Luke Steele. Out of, erm, respect to that epiphany, we present to you the ten most hideous, god awful, what-in-the-funk-where-they-thinking hats in modern music history.”

You often can judge an album by its cover, but what does it mean when that cover depicts the musicians as A) a godlike figure with arms spread and an umbilical penis protruding from his pants, and B) the manchild of that divine figure, still attached bellybutton-wise to said life-giving dong, covered in sweat? Read the latest installment of INCHES to find out.

Friends, Balkans, Hollywood Farmers Market regulars, lend me your ears. INCHES has returned in its new, slimmed-down form. One L.A. vinyl release a week, with all the amenities you’ve come to expect: photo, MP3, reviews, purchase info, and a sales chart from a local wax merchant. This week, I’m proud to cover the full-length vinyl debut of the Petrojvic Blasting Co. I had the pleasure to interview these fellas for the Killsonic feature in LA Weekly, and for last year’s “People” issue, and they’re good men, deserving of a good record.

Gratuitous exclamation point usage, I know, but a handful of my favorite things came together on Saturday night when photographer Andrew Herrold and I walked out of The Echo following Young Veins’ early set (which we covered for Spin). Two doors down at the excellent record shop Origami Vinyl, lo and behold, The Franks were tearing through a spirited set of angular econo-punk. To enhance matters further, shopkeeper Neal Schield tossed us a couple of Colt 45 tallboys as we walked through the door, and was kind enough to let Andrew fire off a few shots. The place was about as jammed pack and jammed pack can be — further evidence of the rise of this exceptional East Side three-piece.

Good people, a brand new installment of L.A.’s favorite (only) weekly vinyl column, INCHES, has arrived. Fresh photos, MP3s and reviews of Southern Cali wax. Not to be slept on — this is your guide to this city’s up-and-coming, not to mention a great source for gift ideas, if you’re into that sort of thing. Check it. My pick of the week? We Break Cameras.